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One shot is all it takes (E.T.)

Sum up : you're the photographer of the group and girlfriend of Ethan. You're on tour with them and during one of their concerts, something goes wrong, very wrong.
Disclaimer : violence, contains very sensitive topics

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"Vic ! Give it back !" You were coursing Vic through the stage. She had stolen your camera. She was giggling hysterically, going through the mics and other intruments. Måneskin had been on a tour for a few months now and was currently in North America.

Ethan, your boyfriend, had been begging you to accompany them, to which you first refused when they went to South America. But when they went in the north, the whole group relentlessly sent you messages, telling you Ethan was not fine without you and the distance was making him more and more tired. You gave in and joined them. You were now in charge of the photos of the tour. These photos would be later printed and sold during some other concerts in limited edition.

Now back to Vic running around with your camera. She ran in backstage, where the boys were, on their phones. You kept following her, losing sight of the munchkin from time to time. She entered the cabin, using Damiano as a shield. "Vic. The camera. Now." You said sternly, extending your hand in an authoritarian manner. "Come ooonnn N/n, I want to see what photo you took of me when I wasn't looking." She whined and you rolled your eyes, putting your hands on your hips. "You will be disappointed because I haven't made a selection and corrected them." She pouted, making puppy eyes. It was very hard to resist. Two strong arms suddenly circled around your waist from behind and you felt a kiss being pressed against the back of your head. "Come on bambina. Let her see." Ethan spoke to you softly. Your heart missed a beat, no matter how many time you had been together, he always managed to make you lose your mind over the most simple things. You sighed in defeat, he was the only one on this earth to manage to make you give in seconds. "Fine." You sighed once more, going to sit on a chair. She squeezed and started to look through the photos, Thomas looking over her shoulder.

"Oooh look, Thomas ! You look so hot on there." It was a photo of Thomas, two nights ago during his solo on Coraline. He was chest naked obviously, sweat making him glisten in the blue light.
"Vic ! Look at that one !" She was rehearsing backstage on that one. On the first cliché she was focusing on the bass in her hands. And on the second, you could see her laughing, probably at one of the guys' jokes. They continued to look at the photos when they burst out laughing. You knew what photo they had found. You had pranked Damiano on an early morning where he thought he was the only one up. You scared him and took the photo at the right moment.

Thomas handed him the camera and he groaned in annoyance. "Y/n... I thought I told you to get rid of that..." He looked at you, still a bit amused by his face on the photo. "Nope, treasure of time and a good prêt for blackmail." You smiled mischievously.

He rolled his eyes and clicked on another photo. His eyebrows raised and he smiled like the wingman he was. "Aw...", "What ?" You asked, confused as to why he was making that face. He showed you the photo, it was one of Ethan you took when next to the pool. He was in the shadow, a few rays of sun filtering in on his shirtless figure. He was looking ahead of him, clearly not aware of the camera. You tried to take back the camera, not wanting Ethan to see it and pass for a simp. But too late, you saw on the face he made that he already saw it. You rolled your eyes, knowing you would never hear the end of it. You groaned and exited the room, Ethan following you close behind.

"So... Does mi cara like to take photos of me without nobody ever knowing you took them ?" He teased you while grabbing your hips. You blushed and looked away in denial. "I don't know what you're talking about." He chuckled and kissed your forehead, making you melt in his embrace. You buried your face in his chest, inhaling his sent mixing tobacco, vanilla and cologne. "You're too pretty for your own good." Your voice muffled by his chest. He broke the high a little bit. "Huh ?" He asked. You blushed even harder, now that you had to repeat it. "I said. We better go get food." You started to walk away to speak for some food outside for the tour team and group.
But he trotted towards you, easily catching up to you. "No, no. You said something else. Tell me." He insisted but you brushed it off by calling Dominos pizza. He looked at you in slight annoyance and you smiled back. He walked away to find back the guys, price still gushing over your photos.